Chapter 3: A Small Action Gets The Snowball Rolling
I momentarily forgot that foods had certain compatibility.
“Guuueeeeegh.......”
It was obvious when thinking about it. Everything had its own pair. Coke should be had with pizza or fried chicken, not served as a soup with rice.
The combination of chocolate and mint was god-awful. They were enjoyable on their own but if eaten together, it became a horrific mix.
It might have been okay if it had been processed but.... Eating it raw like this was going to cause a stomach ache.
I had been so focused on the theoretical aspect that I forgot my common sense. After giving myself feedback, I wiped my mouth with my sleeve.
Still, it was my first meal of the day. I couldn’t possibly spit it out, so I swallowed it with great difficulty.
“Ugghh.......”
The consequences of that was some dry heaving.
At least no one saw me like this.
If Professor Hasfeldt had witnessed this, she would’ve scolded me. Her preaching tended to cause all sorts of profanities to surge within which would’ve worsened the situation.